To Mother In Heaven

Missing our mother is one of the hardest things to bare, especially if you were close. This poem is an older written poem that describes what missing your mother feels like.

I miss you my mother, my mother.
Tho’ earth is so bright and so fair,
Tho’ June has come romping in splendor,
With sunshine and roses so rare.

I miss you, my mother, my mother.
But over the river’s deep gloom,
I know it is Junetide forever,
And fadeless and fair is the bloom.

I miss you, my mother, my mother.
The touch of your dear, loving hand.
The breath of your kiss on my forehead,
The tear I could best understand.

I miss you, my mother, my mother.
In fancy I still hear you call;
From out of the shadows and silence,
I catch your soft footsteps light fall.

I miss you, my mother, my mother.
Your words and your sweet tender smile.
Your dear little tender caresses,
The shadows of life to beguile.

I miss you, my mother, my mother.
But death will not linger too long.
He’ll call me at last o’er the river,
To dwell with the sanctified throng.

To miss you, my mother, my mother.
No more in that beautiful place,
But dwell in your presence forever,
And share in your heavenly grace.
Leila Mae Wilson

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